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Her ebony skull tilted ever so slightly at his response, a curious glaze over her eyes. Something told her there was more to it than him wanting to know if she was alright. She was always okay, and when she wasn't, she tried to be. At least, she thought she was okay. Perhaps he was just paranoid, and as he admitted himself, a bit restless. A small sigh drifted from her lips. There wasn't much she could do about it, other than hoping it didn't get too serious. She didn't want his constant queries to bug her and throw them further apart. "Maybe you need to relax for a while," she told him, gently pushing into his form. "I could finish this den off and have it ready for later while you take a break."